When Cameron was about 2 1/2 years old, he took a pair of kiddie scissors to his PJs. Apparently, they needed to be livened up with some fringe on the sleeves.
This morning, Matthew came to me with a look of bewilderment on his face. He held up his arms, then pointed to one sleeve. (Yes, he's wearing the cut up PJs. They are still plenty warm!) "Look, Mama," said Matthew. "Somebody cut my PJs!"
"Yes," I agreed. "Someone did cut your PJs. Those were Cameron's PJs when he was a little boy. Do you know who cut them?"
Suddenly, comprehension dawned on Matthew's face. "Mr. Charlie cut my PJs," he answered. No matter how much I insisted that Cameron, not Mr. Charlie the barber, was at fault, Matthew was convinced. "Yes, mama," he said. "Mr. Charlie cut my hair. Mr. Charlie cut my PJs."
I have a feeling Mr. Charlie is going to get an earful at Matthew's next haircut.
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I didn't know barbers would do clothing upon request!
Did you tell Matthew about the great Klennex episode yet? I wonder who he will think REALLY did that. It couldn't be Cameron.
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